trash the tags
night likes
the feel of flowers
my book is done
read on, read on
annihilate my cave
like any woman can
everything open
knees. eyes, lips.
my bones vanish
a dying art
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Category: Coffee Break
Snooze button
Stealing time
my
brief, momentary dreaming
sandwiched between dawns
a loud herald once more
shattering day
My eyes water, in
morning-after-the-war
sunshine, trading
swords for tea, and
missiles, for
well-worn books
I wish I had slept longer
and the dogs next door
I wish peace
to the family
walking along the sidewalk
arguing
and the moon
just a sliver
irrational eggs for breakfast
speeding trains for lunch
through a head that insists
on flitting dangerously in the briers
with
a gracious sparrow, calling
now, now, now
Anger in the air
We talked of happier days
Leaves started falling.
Blocks
She sews the pieces together
distracted
with every corner that is not square.
Wanting to please her grandmother
she hopes
that Heaven’s floor
is not transparent.
sudden gifted breeze
the heat had melted my shoes
fluttering silk speaks peace
I am tired
write me a poem, he said
one not full of scars
I am tired of hearing
how you feel
everyone feels
he said
you are not special
except when you make that cake
the one
with orange and dark chocolate
and your tears
falling
falling
